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[yakulin]

Out of touch

a/n: Im freezing. I want to write more csm stuff like omg I love it sm, and I also love angst but sometimes I have such a hard time making my words make sense (it’s the ESL in me)

prompt: Your sister died under a devil attack during school, your new partner Aki attempts to help your grieving

cw: cigarette use, death, not proofread

You and Aki had became devil hunters around the same time. Expecting to be each others partners until he had been assigned to Himeno. You got assigned with someone else not long after him.

Over the years the both of you could notice the innocence slowly leaving, no longer the same cheery kids the two of you first met. The last sparkle in your eyes gone when your partner died tragically.

This was around the time Himeno died as well. On the bright side you got partnered with the familiar raven haired boy you had met as a kid. Both grieving, tired, and done with all the devils bullshit.

Months had passed since the two of you had been assigned as partners. He introduced you to smoking through the months, informing you that Himeno was the one that introduced him to it when they where first partnered.

“I’m sorry for your loss..” someone spoke up. They had notified you and Aki about a devil attack at a local school, and you hoped and prayed it wasn’t the one you thought of. Prayers had landed on deaf ears, like always.

“it’s fine” she said coldly, avoiding eye contact with her coworkers as she walked off towards the outside of the building. Aki walked not far behind her. Throughout the time they had been partnered together he learned a lot about her. She always put up a cheery warm front, yet every time after they finished a mission she’d have a hard time finding that persona in her. She was a sensitive person, no matter how much she hated confessing it.

Aki walked outside the building, seeing her lighting up a cigarette. Her eyes red and eyebrows furrowed. I slowly walked up to her, stealing a cigar from her pack as I used her lighter as well. She’d usually give me a glare but today she kept her eyes staring at the ground. “Guess you won’t mind if I keep the whole pack” he said sarcastically, awaiting a response. Nothing.

She continued to smoke, a single tear leaving her eyes. She quickly wiped it away. I turned my attention towards the sky. “You can cry, you know that right?” I reminded. “I know..” she responded shakily. “Why don’t you then?” I questioned. “It’s stupid” her responses were short, i could tell she was on the verge of tears. “It’s normal” I spoke up.

I noticed the shaky grip on her cigar, I lit my own out before taking ahold of hers. Keeping it a safe distance from the both of us as I hugged her closely. Her body was tense. “I don’t judge. Why would I?.. it’s just crying, everyone cried from time to time, just let it out” I whispered to her as I rubbed her back with my free hand.

I felt her trying to push herself from me for a moment, she was hesitant. “I should’ve never allowed her to go to a school near the agency.. I knew something would happen! I knew it! And now.. now she’s gone” she said frustrated. “I’m tired, of loosing the people I love” she said in such a broken tone.

I understood how she felt, I lost my family and ex partner. “I know.. this job is dehumanizing” I whispered, “honestly.. not worth the money anymore” she said wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. “Never was” I responded, she looked at me with her teary red eyes. “You’re right”

She let out a shaky breath, “after my partner died. It finally woke me after years of being in this agency. Why did I join?” She questioned herself, “My memory’s are so scrambled..” she mumbled, “whatever it was, surely it isn’t worth this” she added looking down at my hand that held her cigar.

“Careful” she warned, I looked down at my hand. The fire was close to my hand as it began to shrink, I quickly unlit it on the ashtray atop of a trash can.

“Stop trying to run away from your problems” I spoke up. “You’ve been avoiding the problem this whole conversation” I added. She looked at me guilty. “Don’t tell me because I’m telling you to, do it when you’re ready. Doesn’t even have to be me, just don’t always run to your pack of cigars for comfort” he said, his hand gently laying on her cheek as he wiped a tear from her cheek.

“Understand?”

[yakulin]

"What's wrong vanny?"

[yakulin]

Leaking my tape to show you what we’re doing bts🤭

[yakulin]

Bae need to come home the kids miss him😩

[yakulin]

You made the bed ..

a/n: I sorta wanna make this a series! I’ll think about it, hopefully I don’t loose interest! Also this is not proofread :o

Prompt: Peeta helps you with grieving after the war

After the war your prayers and begging for your family to return safe were fallen into deaf ears, returning back to district 12 has been anything but good.

“You can’t stay in bed all day, come on, get up” Peeta insisted as he went besides you, putting one of his hands beneath your back and the other beneath your legs as he picked you bridal style. Although his own family didn’t survive either, he was still trying to live in the present, and you just couldn’t anymore.

“Just a few more minutes” she begged, but he denied. Taking her off to the kitchen and sitting her down on one of the chairs. “You can’t be like this forever, please just try, not for me but for yourself” Peeta asked as he pecked your cheek before setting down a plate of food. Her eyes were dull, they had lost their sparkle long ago but something about them recently felt different. “I’m just tired” she insisted, but he knew it was more than that

“You’ve been tired ever since we got back from district 13, you know it’s more than that now.” He stated, walking to the kitchen counter as he began to make you coffee. “You know.. caffeine does nothing to me right?” You reminded, he set his hands down flat on the counter. “Yeah.. I’m just..” he began, his composure dropping. She couldn’t help but feel guilty for making him go through all of this, he had his own problems as well, was she just making it all about herself?

“I’ll try it.. its been a while since I’ve had it, maybe it’ll have a different affect on me now” she insisted, staring at his back as he continued to make the coffee. She looked back down at her plate, grabbing the fork as she began to eat the vegetables he had cooked.

He soon walked over and placed the coffee next to her plate, he watched as she ate. She swallowed her food before speaking, “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have you worry about me like this” she said, refusing to look at him in the face. “Don’t apologize” he said, taking the fork from your hand as he began to feed you.

Haymitch was right, you truly wouldn’t ever be able to deserve Peeta, not in a single universe, life or timeline.

Once you had finished both your food and coffee. You noticed that coffee still had no effect on you, unsurprising outcome but you couldn’t help but feel guilty about it.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen the garden outside” he noted. “You want to go see it with me?” He added, she hesitated to answer as she looked everywhere but him. It had been a while since she’d been outside at all, hunting was no longer needed for them to get food. She hadn’t even touched her bow, it was most likely collecting dust somewhere around the house.

“Sure” she said, finally making eye contact with him. Standing up from the chair, her posture sluggish and tired. She really didn’t want to go, in fact all she wanted was to lay in bed but she can’t stand being so neglectful of him.

He lead you outside towards the garden, he had planted the flowers himself. It was obvious he was rather proud of it. “They’re beautiful” she sighed out, as she crouched down slightly as she touched the flower petals, leaning in close and smelling them. She smiled lightly.

Peeta couldn’t help but smile as you smelled the flowers. “Yeah they are” he responded, not focusing on the flowers of his garden at all but instead how perfectly the sun hit your features, the small but still yet visible smile on your face. How he’s missed it.

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YAKULIN’s MASTERLISTS

Fandoms: Five Nights At Freddy’s, The Hunger Games, Chainsaw Man, My Hero Academia, Haikyuu

Chainsaw Man

Denji Hayawaka

Denji going on dates

Karaoke

“DADDY’S HOME”

Good bf

Asa Mitaka

Loser Gf

My Hero Academia

Shoto Todoroki

PDA

Haikyuu

Sugawara Koshi

Stuck Together

Kei Tsukishima

Student ship drama

Tadashi Yamaguchi

“Have you ever fell in love before?”

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Toxic Relationship!

Chainsaw Man

Denji Hayawaka

“You’re not a guy?!”

“You’re not a guy?!” p2

Dandelion

“Tough Job?”

“Trick or treat!”

Teenage dirtbags

Aki Hayawaka

Out of touch

JHUTCH

Peeta Mellark

Bad memories

You made the bed..

My Hero Academia

Shoto Todoroki

Toxic Traits

Ignorant Relationship

Avoidant S/O

Hispanic S/O

Crushes

Bakugo Katsuki

Toxic Traits

Ignorant Relationship

Avoidant S/O

Hispanic S/O

Izuku Midoriya

Toxic Traits

Ignorant Relationship

Avoidant S/O

Hispanic S/O

Headcanons

Imagine

Hitoshi Shinsou

Toxic Traits

Hispanic S/O

Denki Kaminari

Toxic Traits

Ignorant Relationship

Hispanic S/O

Barista Denki

Tenya Lida

Toxic Traits

Ignorant Relationship

Hispanic S/O

Chainsaw Man

Denji Hayawaka

Headcanons

Denji w a shy gf

Imagine

Aki Hayawaka

Headcanons

JHUTCH

Mike Schmidt

Headcanon

Peeta Mellark

Headcanon

Headcanons

[yakulin]

Teenage dirt bags

a/n: wanting to write and yet not many good ideas that will stickkk~

prompt: who’s the real cheater at uno?

“Stop trying to look at my cards you cheater!” She hissed as she continued to hold her uno cards closer to her chest. “I’m not trying to look at your cards!” Denji retorted, lying, obviously. He insisted you two should play a game together, Uno being the only game available at the moment that’s what the two of you decided, although it quickly got messy. “Yes you are!” She protested, it was true, he was. Every time she’d reach forward to get a card from the deck he’d move back to try and get a peek of her cards.

“Am not!” He responded continuing to put down a card. Looking back up he noticed you scooting away from him, he furrowed his eyebrows. “I am not a cheater!” He insisted. “Uh huh”

Time passed and Denji yelled out, “Uno!” With the biggest grin on his face. She smiled before placing down two +4’s. His grin dropped instantly off of his face. “Pull 8!” She announced. He glared at her as he got the cards. “I’m going to get payback, just you wait” He threatened, “keep dreaming” she replied, “I pick green” she added before continuing to place down a +2.

He looked up at her with a piercing gaze, and she just couldn’t help but laugh as he frustratingly added two cards into his deck. As she put down a green card he did the same after her.

She looked up at him after placing a card down on to the stack, noticing a smirk on his face, she knew was going to happen. Denji then placed down a +4 “pull fo-“ he began before she placed down a +4 as well. “You’re cheating! There’s no way you aren’t!” He stated, as she laughed. “Why would I cheat?” She asked, laughing. “Because!”

He quickly went over to try and snatch your cards from you, she quickly moved away attempting to hide them from him beneath her as she laid stomach first on the floor. It was all going well for her until he began to tickle at her sides, she gave up quickly, he knew how to mess with her. Moving on to her back he quickly grabbed the cards, flipping them over to see a bunch of +4’s and 2’s with a few colored cards. She smiled up at him from the ground. “I knew it was weird that your stack never went down! You were just trying to sabotage me? You weren’t even trying to win!” He noted, as she laughed. “You win too much!”

“You little!” He said before beginning to tickle her sides again, she squirmed beneath him trying to push him off of her. “I’m sorry! Please! Stop!” She yelled out but her please landed on deaf ears. “You cheater!” He repeated. “Pleaseee!” She begged as tears began to prick at the end of her eyes. Finally. He stopped. She quickly got up and attempted to tickle him back in revenge, he stared at her blankly, “you’re no fun” she said. Denji wasn’t exactly the ticklish type.

“And you are?”

“Course I am!”

[yakulin]

a/n: I haven’t wrote about Denji in so long! And I’ve just recently had the inspiration to write :3

Her body jolted out of its sleep as it began to find it difficult to breathe, she noticed a heavy weight was covering both her nose and mouth. As she took it off she noticed it was the arm of her blond boyfriend. She smiled lightly before his arm went to slither around her waist pushing her closer to him, and as if that wasn’t enough he also pulled his leg over her waist, holding her close, not letting her move away.

Nights with him were always spent like this. He was a huge sleep hugger, it wasn’t uncommon that he’d almost suffocate her in their sleep. She didn’t mind.

His blond locks messy all over his face, his mouth slightly opened as small quiet snores came from him. She couldn’t help but smile, he always looked the most peaceful asleep.

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Peeta who loves making you all sorts of baked goods! Specially simple bread, always brings just enough for you and your Family.

Peeta who time to time likes to hold pinkies instead of holding hands, like during dinner he randomly takes ahold of your pinky with his under the table

Peeta who always gets distracted when you pass by the bakery, earning a scolding from his mother

Peeta being great with kids, a natural caregiver. Somehow knowing what to do when toddlers begin to cry

Peeta who always wants to know where you are and who you’re with. Not in a possessive way, but due to his nightmares about loosing you, he just wants to make sure you’re fine and safe

Peeta loves messing with you, poking your shoulder and looking away as if he wasn’t the one who did it

Peeta who would wake up at the darkest of nights or the earliest of days to be by your side after a nightmare

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a/n: can’t promise it makes sense, wrote this quite quickly

Prompt: after you got saved from the capital suddenly an unbearable rose scent brings you back to being in your cell (no hijacking!) :0

Cw: panic attacks, torture mentioned, not proofread!, wrote with a headache

"Where is she?” Peeta asked. Haymitch had just finished informing him about your return, and he was desperate to see your face again after weeks. “She’s in one of the infirmary rooms,” he informed her, not receiving a response as Peeta quickly jogged away. Haymitch couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Peeta hasn’t changed at all since the first day you two met, and he is still as protective of you as ever.

The door of her infirmary opened. Her gaze didn’t move away from the doctor, who was checking her heart rate. “Angel?” A voice called out from behind her. The heart monitor showed a sudden increase in heart rate as she heard the familiar voice. Peeta came into her view; her eyes opened wide in disbelief, her mouth slightly opened, and no words came out of her. He gently raised a hand to caress her bruised cheek. His heart ached to see her in such a state.

“I should’ve tried to get you sooner,” Peeta said in a whispered tone, not receiving a response from you. You just continued to look at him, eyes wide, blinking every now and then, but there was not much movement besides it. He laid his chin on your head. Haymitch entered the infirmary, and he let out a small sigh before speaking. “They were torturing her; she’ll get better. She’s just out of it at the moment,” he stated, looking down at you. You made eye contact with him, but even though he was looking at you, it felt as if there was no one behind those eyes. “You should’ve let the capital take me instead,” Peeta mumbled, holding her face between his hands as he looked at her expressionless face. “It’s not the time to think about changing the past; focus on now; focus on making sure she recovers,” Haymitch stated.

As the days passed, you began to interact with everyone more: smiling, laughing, and walking around more. It finally felt as if you were getting better after all you’d been through.

It was the night, she strolled around the infirmary units, along with Peeta. He had refused to leave her side ever since she’d been rescued, everyone teased him about being overly protective about her. He didn’t care in the slightest, after seeing what the capital had done to his love, he wanted to make sure she was safe and he’d only be reassured of that if he saw you with his own eyes that you were fine. “I’m fine on my own know you know right?” She spoke up, not facing him as she continued to look forward as they walked. “I can’t spend time with my fiancé now?” He said in a playful tone. “I didn’t mean it like that” she said. “I know”

As her eyes looked around the infirmary a sudden wave passed over her, she stiffened as she held her hand towards her face. The painfully familiar stench of flowers, her eyes bounced around rapidly for the reason of the smell. Her eyes quickly landed on a nurse that was spraying perfume. As she continued to take in the scent tears began to roll down her cheeks, Peeta noticed quickly walking in front of her. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked in a worried tone, his hands on her shoulders.

She looked around, no longer in the infirmary it instead in the cell she was in not long ago. Her eyes widened as she heard the door of her cell open, revealing pacemakers. All with weapons in their hands, but why? She was weak, tired, and knew better than to try and fight them. A pacemaker walked up towards her, a stick in hand, shoving it into her stomach, electrocuting her.

Her vision came back, she was running, why was she running? When did she start running? Where is she? “Angel! Please.. stop running!” Peeta called from behind her, her eyes continued to look around for somewhere to hide.

She laid down on the floor, unable to move, too tired and exhausted. Smoke began to appear beneath the cell door. The capital trying to kill them off already? She smiled lightly.

She opened her eyes again, head resting on someone’s lap. Rubbing her eyes she looked up to notice Peeta, why was she surprised? “You’re awake” he said in a relieved tone. His hand coming to caress her cheek. “Yeah..” she said in a soft tone. His eyes softened slightly at her, “why’d you run away? You’ve never done that before..” He stated, she broke eye contact looking down towards her hands. “I don’t know” she responded blandly. He messed with her hair.

“Next time, please tell me what’s wrong, alright?”

[yakulin]

Hii! I love love love all of your finnick fics! Could I please request a fic where reader is also a victor from an earlier game and she is in an established relationship with Finnick. They both get reaped (not the same district) for the 75th games and reader gets critically hurt in the part where the cornucopia spins. Like she falls into the water after maybe being injured and she can’t swim, so Finnick has to risk everything to save her life.

I’m really looking for like a hurt/comfort with a seriously injured reader and Finnick going through hell to save her because he cannot imagine a life without her in it.

Thank you so much if you’re willing to write this or something like it, feel free of course to change anything to your liking!

two souls, one heart | f. odair

masterlist

summary: finnick refuses to lose the love of his life. your inability to swim complicates things, especially when the cornucopia begins spinning.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: pre-established relationship, heavy angst, drowning, death, bone fracture

notes: thank you so much!!! i really enjoyed writing this, shed a few tears but still enjoyed it lmao. listen to 'beginning of the end movement v' by the newton brothers on repeat for the full experience <3

A quiet nursery rhyme was being sung by the water's edge.

The calm waves around the Cornucopia lapped at the rocks, the blistering sun causing the surface to sparkle. Wiress' voice interrupted Peeta as he mapped out the arena's clock-like wedges in the dirt. Everyone was focused on the map; you should have been too.

Dark blue ripples had your eyes captivated. So tranquil. So hauntingly beautiful. Loving the sea was in your blood, as your District Four was your home. You would think coming from a fishing district would mean your swimming abilities were mastered. In reality, they were practically non-existent. No matter how many times Finnick had attempted to give you lessons, they never stuck.

Neither of you seemed to care though, always too enraptured by simply being in each other's company—feeling Finnick's hands support your body as you floated on the surface...

"Don't you let go of me, Finnick Odair, or I swear to god I'll drown you."

"Will that be before or after you drown first?" he chuckled, though ultimately tightening his grip on your body in an attempt to reassure you.

....hysterically laughing when he got wiped out by a sudden wave...

"No way! I can't—" You broke into a fit of laughter— "I can't believe that just happened!"

"Are you laughing at me, sweetheart?" Finnick asked, trudging through the water towards you, his hair drenched and swept across his forehead.

"Yes!"

You doubled over, knees buckling as you struggled to contain your laughter. Despite trying to put up a serious front, Finnick too let a few chuckles slip at the hysterical sight of you.

"Oh really?"

Just like that, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down into the cold water, earning him a squeal just before you crashed together below the surface.

...and washing up on the sandy shore in each other's arms, salty lips capturing one another.

"I'm covered in sand," you murmured against Finnick's lips.

He gave you another kiss before pulling away. "It's okay," he said, pecking your lips again. "I'll help you wash off in the shower when we get back." And then sent you a stomach-flipping grin.

Even though you wouldn't trade those memories for the world, if you had known your life would soon depend on the ability to swim, you would have paid much more attention to the lessons.

Finnick stood closely beside you, his trident digging into the dirt as he gripped it tightly in case of an attack. He had noticed your drifted attention, observing the way your eyes stared at the rippling water, like death was lurking just beneath the surface waiting to drag you down to the murky depths.

He could protect you from most things in the arena, but fear was something entirely different. A trident couldn't defeat the darkness in your mind.

A hand slid onto your lower back, rubbing gentle strokes to gain your attention. Your gaze tore from the blinding blue and settled onto Finnick's face beside you, watching his mouth curve into a light smile. You knew the silent words he was trying to convey: 'You're okay, sweetheart. I've got you.'

For a fleeting moment, the anxiety had disappeared. How could anything ever go wrong with Finnick by your side? The corners of your mouth quirked, preparing to send him a smile in response. But it never came. Something new had caught your attention. The woman by the water was no longer singing.

Wiress had been murdered.

The second Katniss let her arrow fly into Gloss' chest, everything around you seemed to explode into action. Anything that could go wrong would go wrong—Murphy's Law. And it did.

The Careers had initiated an attack.

Charging forward from the waterside was Cashmere, determined to avenge her brother's death. Instinct quickly kicked in and the spear in your hand was sent barrelling through the air and into her chest. As you watched her body slump to the ground, an enraged yell came from the side.

Finnick was fighting Brutus.

With your only weapon lodged within Cashmere's chest, aiding Finnick was impossible. Enobaria revealed herself beside Brutus, displaying her vicious fangs and throwing a dagger that sliced a small cut across Finnick's shoulder. Though the wound was minor, your heart lurched as he cried out in pain.

Before a single thought in your brain could form, your legs were moving. Not towards Finnick, but after Enobaria. Remember who the real enemy is—screw that. Finnick could have died. Your Finnick. He called out your name, his voice hoarse and frayed, but you continued on, hatred fuelling each step. It seemed Katniss and Johanna had the same idea, following behind you with their weapons bared.

Salt water sprayed onto your face, but you paid it no attention. Nor did you notice as the jungle surrounding the island began to blur into one overwhelming hue of green. Only when your body was thrown to the harsh rocky terrain did you realise what was happening.

The Cornucopia had started to spin.

Nothing could compare to the terror you felt as gravity's merciless force dragged your body toward the violent waves surging against the rocks. Just as your lower legs breached the edge, a hand grabbed onto your own. Katniss. She too was hanging onto Johanna whose only lifeline was an axe buried in the rocks.

A moment—that was all you were given to scan your surroundings. Supplies and sharp-edged weapons were flying everywhere. White water was spraying into the air. Finnick, who was thirty feet away, was gripping onto a rock ledge whilst keeping Beetee from sliding into the furious waves. His head turned to the side and even from a great distance, your eyes met.

It was at that moment you knew, you just knew the odds weren't going to be in your favour. God forbid you lived a simple happy life with the man you loved, days spent together on a calm beach. God forbid the Gamemakers gave you one last chance to be in his arms. God forbid you survived.

And with that sudden realisation, the universe, sick as it was, decided it was time.

Your hand began slipping from Katniss's; an unseen tear fell from your eye, and you smiled. A smile of goodbye sent to the love of your life. His face contorted into one of agony, lips moving but you couldn't hear his voice over the roaring waves. Still, you knew exactly what he was shouting.

"NO! NO!"

There was nothing he could do but watch your body disappear into the waves, repeating over and over "no, no, no," and praying his cruel eyes had deceived him. They hadn't.

Dark blue was in every direction you looked. The undertow tossed and rolled your body like a ragdoll in a washing machine and despite your attempts to swim, the surface only seemed to be slipping further and further out of your reach. Darkness engulfed you, so thick that you couldn't tell which way was up or down. That was when the panic set in.

Your arms and legs thrashed frantically, struggling against the water's force, desperate to reach safety or an air pocket. Cold water flooded your throat as you gasped uncontrollably. You screamed as every attempt at breathing felt like fire burning in your lungs. Finnick. Where was he? Where were you? What was happening? Why wouldn't it stop?

Thoughts submerged your mind in terror, and you were powerless to stop them. All you could do was feel. Pain. Fire. Burning

At some point, the Cornucopia had ceased its spinning and your body came to a rest in the water. An eerie calm suddenly washed over you; a sense of clarity stilled your wild movements. This was the end. There was no future. No hope. The world above wasn't yours to call home anymore. You now belonged to the sea.

Of course, your water-logged mind had forgotten that home was where the heart was, and your heart was still beating... above the surface, in the aching chest of another.

Tendrils of hair floated around your face like fronds of seaweed. Rays of sunlight penetrated the surface, turning the surroundings a vibrant sparkly blue. As you sank further down, the water, now a comfortable lukewarm, cradled you in its embrace. It felt safe, like being in Finnick's arms again. Like home.

You gazed at the sun's rays; they looked beautiful. You felt beautiful. But time was running out and the bright light soon began shrouding your entire vision, though not before you witnessed a dark figure dive beneath the waves.

**********

Finnick loved the ocean. He spent most days in District Four down by the beach, swimming, spearfishing, and watching the sun rise and set on the blue horizon. If he believed in reincarnation, he would have imagined himself to be a lionfish or dolphin in his past life, living in an underwater world, free from tyranny and oppression. He loved the ocean.

But that love was incomparable to what he felt for you. So, when he dove into the rocky waters to save you and felt the currents fighting against him, he determined there was nothing he hated more than the ocean. Not as he watched its strong grip drag your motionless body further down below him.

Your back had just touched the soft seabed when he swam far enough down to envelope you in his embrace. He should have swum you back to the surface immediately, but in his distressed state, he couldn't help but foolishly stare at your lifeless appearance. Your skin was blue. It's just the water's colour, he told himself. Your eyes were closed. She's just asleep. Your neck didn't pulse under his touch. She's... She's...

He had no justification for that. Feet planted firmly on the sandy floor, he propelled both himself and you back up to the surface. As Finnick paddled back to the Cornucopia, the others reached down and helped lift your limp body onto the rocks.

"Is she...?"

"Peeta," Katniss quietly reprimanded him.

Finnick paid them no attention. He said nothing but trauma screamed in his eyes. His breathing was ragged and his hands were trembling as he frantically checked your pulse again—in both your wrists and your neck; he even pressed his ear to your chest. All he heard was the waves lapping against the rocks.

"No," he whispered again.

It seemed to be all he could say anymore. No. No, this couldn't be happening. You were just standing beside him a few minutes ago; your eyes were just looking into his. However much he tried to deny reality, it didn't seem to make it any less true. You were gone.

He choked out a rough determined breath, interlocked his hands over your chest, and began pressing repeatedly over your heart. Wet strands of tangled hair were strewn across the rocks like dead seaweed. The usual soft pink accompanying your cheeks was nowhere to be seen, devoid of any life.

"Come on, sweetheart," he muttered before pulling down your chin to blow air into your lungs. The kiss of life. And when nothing happened as he pulled away, he restarted the chest compressions. "Oh, don't do this to me," he begged, voice breaking. "Don't do this. Breathe."

Any moment now. Any moment, your eyes would flutter open, the colour would return to your glowing skin, and your heart would beat with life beneath his hands. Your lips would whisper his name and he would pull you into his arms, where he would keep you safe until the end of time.

"Breathe."

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Nothing. He did it again. Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Silence. Maybe he should've just ripped his heart out and replaced yours with his own. Death would come for him within seconds but hearing something beating inside your chest would've made the sacrifice worth it.

Life would flash before his eyes and your beaming smile would be the last thing he'd get to see. His last thought would be of relief that you were alive.

Johanna rested a tentative hand on Finnick's shoulder. "Finnick, she's—"

"No, she's not!" he exclaimed, continuing his movements. "She's fine. Aren't you, baby? You're fine." He cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your soft skin before he pressed his lips to yours and blew twice. "You're fine."

The golden bangle around his wrist glimmered in the sunshine as he pressed on your ribcage. All he had to do was keep you alive until Plutarch rescued everyone. One simple task and he failed.

"Finnick, we have to go," someone said. Who? He didn't know nor care.

Leave me, he wanted to say. Leave me here to die. Let the Careers mutilate my body, take my life, my last breath, but let it be by her side.

Something cracked beneath his palms and he knew one of your ribs had fractured. His arms stilled, half-expecting you to cry out in pain but then he remembered. And with that sickening crack came a devastating realisation—you really were gone.

A sob erupted from his throat and his head fell to your chest, drenching your already-soaked wetsuit with hot tears. Everything else seemed to disappear. The arena, the Careers who could attack again at any moment, the spectators who were avidly watching. Everything.

It was just him and you. He didn't care that his screams and deafening sobs could bring unwanted attention or jeopardise the group's safety. Any tribute with half a mind would know crossing him in such a state would be a fatal flaw. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. Nothing mattered. Life no longer had meaning.

Finnick pulled your lifeless body onto his lap and cradled you protectively in his arms, lightly rocking back and forth. His forehead rested against your own, cold and damp. You always were the cold one, needing his touch to light a fire beneath your skin. He loved having you rely on him for warmth, but not like this.

"Come back to me, baby, please," he begged almost inaudibly. Tears were running down his cheeks as he brushed pieces of hair away from your face. His lips were on yours once more, heartbroken and painfully delicate; not to fill your lungs with air, but to fill your heart with his love in the hopes it would be enough to bring it back to life. "Don't leave me."

Pleas, prayers, begs, and wishes flew past his lips, over and over. And then they stopped and Finnick simply stared. Silence fell across the entire arena. The birds didn't chirp, the other tributes remained quiet, and the trees stood still. Even the water had calmed, resembling a perfectly flat mirror.

Finnick only had three words left on his tongue. Three final words to give you, wherever it was that you were. He slowly leaned down, squeezed his stinging eyes shut, and pressed a long farewell kiss to your forehead. His eyes remained closed as he parted from your skin, unable to take another look as he whispered his final goodbye.

"I love you."

And then, for the first time since he had rescued you from the blue depths, he felt his heart beating again. Just like yours was.

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There was a voice, distant yet reassuring—a lifeline to consciousness. Black was all there was. Coldness was all that was felt. It was desolate. But that voice... that voice was so anguished yet so familiar and encouraging that it lit a fire inside your chest, warming you from the inside out.

In the distance of the dark void was a figure, their body made entirely out of a pulsating golden light. Each word the voice spoke enhanced the light's brightness. "Come... me, please..." Brighter. "Don't leave..." And brighter.

The light was warm and comforting, just like the voice attached to it. Whoever's voice it was that brought the light resonated deep in your mind, tugging at the strings within your heart.

Your heart.

The thumping in your chest was weak, almost non-existent, but it was still there. Though it seemed time was running out. Pitch-black darkness outweighed the golden light ten-to-one; you could feel its cold breath creeping onto your back. So, you started running towards the figure. Sprinting. Until all that surrounded you was golden.

"I love you."

Water. At first, it came trickling out in two fluid streams from the sides of your mouth. Then suddenly, it was spraying into the air as choked coughs forced the liquid from your burning lungs. Light flooded your vision—not golden and inviting, but vivid and overwhelming.

There was something warm beneath your legs, against your arm, rubbing at your back, holding you in an upright position. While you heaved, dry-retched, and gasped, that soothing warmth remained.

As your airways began to clear and the expulsion of water ceased, your half-lidded eyes rolled around the area. Still dazed and disoriented, you struggled to make out what surrounded you. There was immense rippling blue, vibrant hues of green in the distance, dark rough grey beneath you, and elongated blobs of colour that stood a few feet away.

"Just–just keep breathing, sweetheart." That voice. The one belonging to the figure of light that brought you back. It was madly repeating the same words over and over. "You're okay", "Deep breaths", and "You're alive."

Shaky fingers brushed the stray wet strands of hair from your face. So warm. With the little energy you had, your head turned to seek out the golden light again. And you found it.

The blinding sun shining down reflected off his bronze hair, turning it a divine golden hue. His brows were raised and scrunched together as though he couldn't possibly believe what he was seeing. Deep lines were etched into his tear-streaked skin, evidence of his previous turmoil. Those sea-green eyes stared at you, afraid that if he so much as blinked, you would fall lifeless in his arms once more.

"You're here," he whispered.

Finnick. YourFinnick. Your light.

When your eyes met, a splitting grin lit up his face, made up of an inconceivable amount of raw emotion. You weren't sure what to do—smile, laugh, cry, kiss him? Your mind was scrambled, overwhelmed with love for the beautiful golden-haired man in front of you.

Without warning, your face scrunched up and the tears began flowing. You weren't sure why you were crying. Maybe it was because you had just been brought back from the brink of death; maybe it was because you couldn't believe someone actually cared so deeply about you.

Finnick cradled your face in his hand. "It's okay," his voice trembled, tears now cascading down his cheeks. His smile, however, never disappeared. "You're okay. You're safe now. I'm not letting you go."

He took your face into two large hands, brought you to his lips, and pressed a tender kiss to each tear that rolled over your skin. One of your hands rested over his; the other was placed against his chest, feeling it rise and fall so you could synchronise your breaths.

His arms moved to pull you tightly against him, almost like he was trying to merge your body with his. Or perhaps, it was your soul. You didn't care about the pain aching in one of your ribs. You wanted to tell him that his soul was already intertwined with your own, but words couldn't describe the sentiment as profoundly as you felt it.

In the simplest of terms your water-logged brain could muster, you whispered, "You're my light, Finnick."

Brows scrunched together, he looked down at you, fighting back the urge to start sobbing in your arms. If he had been anywhere else, if there wasn't an entire country watching, he would've gone on for hours, explaining how stupidly, selfishly, and incredibly in love with you he was.

But he couldn't do that. Not now. So, he placed his hand over the one you had resting on his chest and readjusted its position. He could feel the thumping, even through your palm.

Your eyes were full of emotion as you stared up into his. You already knew what his next words were going to be and for the first time since you were thrown into the water from the Cornucopia, you smiled.

Rhythmically, your hand and his pulsed together. Finnick's gaze flickered across your face and he grinned. "You're my heart."

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I NEED A 1 HOUR COMPILATION OF HIM WHIMPERING BECAUSE THIS IS TO MUCH😩

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MUSIC TO MY EARS😩

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my tears ricochet

pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of abuse

a/n: i’m back!! i’m so sorry for my absence 💔 i’ve lost a very dear person in my life and just needed a break. but i’m back to writing and i COMPLETELY 180’d my blog 😭 i realized that i love love LOVE fluff & angst, and smut is just.. there 😇. i really hope y’all don’t leave me </3 anyway, enjoy this short, bittersweet fic :,)

“peeta! peeta?!” you ran through the forest, shouting your fiancé’s name as loud as you possibly could. the quarter quell was brutal. way more brutal than the 74th games but you had no choice in this matter. you had to play and so did peeta. and now you found yourself running in the arena, searching for him after he got lost looking for food.

“peeta, please!” you yell as you feel tears swelling in the corners of your eyes.

just then, you hear a mockingjay’s cry. it tunes out the notes of peeta’s favorite song - the hanging tree. you sigh a sigh of relief, letting yourself ease up. he was alive. and you were going to find him no matter what.

after a few minutes, you approached the beach where you could see the cornucopia. there he was, sitting on the shore.

“peeta?” you let out a soft whimper, barely audible. peeta immediately turns around and stands up. he runs up to you, embracing you in a tight hug.

“thank god, you’re alright,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you missed this loser so much it pained you.

“are you okay?” you pull away from him and start checking for any wounds.

“i’m fine, honey,” he didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth, until you looked up at him and blinked.

“what did you just call me?” you chuckle, your cheeks flushing a strawberry red.

“i- uh.. you..” he mumbled quietly as his eyes widened. you adored that about him - his inability to control himself around you. you brush your fingers against his bicep and he winces. you look down and see a huge, fresh wound. you look into his eyes with worry.

“thought you wouldn’t notice that,” he chuckles.

you were sitting near the water, fixing up his arm. the whole time he was admiring you. your damp hair framing your face perfectly, your lips slightly parted and your chest rising up and down as you took long breaths. you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t care. you knew he was staring and that made you blush like crazy. thank god he didn’t see your cheeks.

“done,” you mumble and put the lid back on the bottle of cream haymitch sent you. you finally looked up at peeta and caught his glare. his dark brown eyes were shining in the sunlight. he was just simply beautiful. then you noticed him tear up. you scrunched your brows, taking his hand in yours.

“peeta?” you call out his name, looking into his chocolate eyes.

“only one of us will live,” he whispers and starts crying. your heart drops as the words come out of his mouth. you place your hand on his cheek, making him look at you.

“they let us both win last year, peeta. they.. they have to let us win together again. if they don’t, it’ll place the whole capitol abla-“

“i’m not gonna let you lose,” he interrupts you, “i’m going to let them kill me so you could live.”

your eyes swell up with tears as you feel your throat clog up. you shake your head and close your eyes, standing up. you knew they wouldn’t let you both die, so they have only one choice - letting you both live. peeta stood up and walked over to you as you stared out at the water.

“you know damn well that i won’t let you die,” you sternly say and don’t dare to look at him, because you know you’d start crying.

“and i’m not going to let you die either. you have a family to get back to, honey, and i have a mother who beats me,” he adds and rubs your back.

“peeta, you are my family!” you yell, startling him and yourself in the process, “i won’t let you sacrifice yourself. not when we’re this fucking close to winning against snow,” you say, quieter this time.

“i know, i know..” he mumbles and hugs you, as you start crying into his neck. you wrap your arms around him and silently sob.

“we’ll get out of this alive, the both of us,” peeta reassures you, not being sure of the fact he just stated.

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Line Without A Hook

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta freaks out when you get hurt in the arena and gets teased for how much he takes care of you (catching fire arena)

Masterlist

Peeta had barely gotten out the words “stay by me” when the cornucopia on the island starting to spin. Tributes flew off and fell into the water as others struggled to grip on to whatever they could.

“It moves?” Finnick shouted to no one in particular as he gripped the first arm he could see through the salt water spray. The arm belonged to Peeta, who looked to his side and panicked when he realized you were no longer there.

“Where did Y/n go?” Peeta shouted over the sound of the waves.

“I think she went over by the weapons.” Finnick shouted back as the dial began to rotate faster. Peeta looked into the center and saw Johanna and Mags struggling to stay aboard but no sign of you.

“Well she’s not there anymore.” Peeta shouted back as his anxiety grew.

“I’m kinda busy here, Peeta. I don’t know where your girlfriend went.” Finnick replied.

“There!” Wiress called and pointed towards one of the arms. Peeta followed her finger and saw you fighting with one of the careers on the edge of a spinning arm. You were winning the fight until another career threw an axe your way and got you right in the rib cage. Peeta just about lost his mind when he saw you go limp and fall into the water. He let go of the center and grabbed the first weapon he could see before sprinting toward where you had been.

“DON’T TOUCH HER.” He shouted as he threw his weapon at the career you had been fighting. It buried in his chest and sent him flying into the water. Peeta then dove into the water and forced his eyes open in an effort to find you. He followed the wavering trail of blood until he found your body floating in the water. By the time he pulled you to the surface, the dial had stopped spinning. Finnick helped him pull you out of the water and tried to give you CPR but Peeta pushed him out of the way. He did chest compressions and mouth to mouth as tears fell from his eyes and onto your face. Finally, your eyes opened and you coughed up some water. Peeta gently rolled you on your side so that you could get it all out and held your hand when you were done.

“Y/n? Are you okay, sweetheart?” Peeta asked as he held your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“Peeta?” You coughed out.

“I’m here. Are you okay?” He asked again and brushed your wet hair off your face.

“I’m okay. It’s just a knick.” You said and winced from the pain of the wound in your side.

“I watched it happen. It was a lot more than a knick. And you’re still bleeding.”

“It’s fine. I just do that sometimes.” You tried to wave it off but Peeta was not budging.

“Come here. We gotta get you off this thing.” Peeta looked at the cornucopia angrily before carefully lifting you off the ground. He and Finnick brought you back to the beach and helped you lay down on the sand.

“Really. I’m okay.” You tried to assure Peeta once you were on the ground again.

“Let me see how bad it is.” He said and tried to rip your suit around the wound.

“Peeta, I’m fine.” You insisted and pushed his hand away.

“You’re not fine. Just let me see.” He pleaded. You knew he wasn’t gonna let it go so you sighed and unzipped the back of your suit. You’re gingerly rolled it down to your waist, leaving you in the black bikini top you had underneath. It was the least amount of clothing Peeta had ever seen you in so he blushed and adverted his eyes at first.

“How bad is it?” You asked him, making him snap back to the moment. He looked at the wound on your side and relaxed a little when he found it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought.

“It looks worse than it really is. We just need to get it clean.”

“We?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You took care of me once. And I’m not gonna let you die from infection after everything you’ve survived.”

“But-“

“Just shut up and let me take care of you?” Peeta whined.

“Okay.” You smiled softly. “Fine.”

Peeta returned the smile before carefully picking you up. He walked into the water with you in his arms and went deep enough that the salt water could clean your wound. You winced and arched your back to stay out of the water.

“Sorry. I know it hurts.” Peeta apologized and bent his knees to put you back in the water.

“It really hurts. I want to get out.” You told him and flinched when a wave stung your side.

“Not yet. You have to keep it clean.” Peeta said sympathetically. You gripped his shoulder and hissed in pain as he dunked you in again.

“Look at them.” Finnick snorted and nodded towards you and Peeta.

“You think it’s real?” Johanna asked as she sharpened her axe with another knife.

“What?”

“The whole lovelorn star crossed lovers plot. Think it’s all an act?” Johanna asked as she watched the two of you in the water with the sun beginning to set behind you.

“I used to.” Finnick replied.

“Used to?”

“Yeah. I thought it was an act at first. I think we all did. But that boy loves her.” Finnick said most assuredly.

“Okay. That’s enough.” Peeta decided and carried you back to the shore.

“I can walk.” You chuckled when he continued to carry you up the beach.

“I know.” He said simply and continued carrying you. He gently laid you down by the rest of your group and knelt beside you.

“I need something to cover this.” He realized and looked around but all he saw was sand.

“Can you please get me some leaves from the jungle?” Peeta asked Johanna.

“Get them yourself.” She scoffed.

“I can’t leave her. Please, just help me this once.” Peeta asked again.

“Peeta, it’s okay. Really. You can go.” You assured him by taking his hand and squeezing it. He blushed when you did this and nodded his head.

“I’ll be right back.” He promised before running off into the jungle. He returned shortly after with a couple leaves and water in a coconut shell.

“I got some leaves and water. Can you sit up?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” You smiled in appreciation as you painfully sat up. Peeta held the coconut shell to your lips and helped you sip some water before using the leaves to create a bandage for your wound. The sun had set below the horizon at that point and you were definitely ready to go to sleep.

“You can sleep. I’ll keep first watch.” Peeta said as he read your mind. You usually protested and let others sleep first, but you were too tired to do that today.

“Thank you. Wake me up in a few hours so you can sleep too.” You told him as you laid down on the sand. Peeta sat beside you until the morning came and when you woke up, you realized he was in the same exact position as he was when you had fallen asleep.

“Hey.” You said through a yawn that hurt to complete. You winced and touched your side as you tried to sit up. Peeta put a hand on your back to help you sit up and immediately handed you a coconut shell full of water. You smiled graciously at him and drank the whole thing.

“When did you sleep last night?” You asked when you were done.

“I don’t know. Sometimes after-“

“He didn’t.” Finnick cut him off. You looked at Peeta for an explanation and he was red with embarrassment.

“What? You didn’t sleep?” You asked and smacked his arm.

“I tried to take over after I got a few hours but lover boy didn’t let me. He said he needed to make sure you didn’t bleed out.” Finnick continued as he headed towards the water to fish for some breakfast.

“P, you need to sleep. I was fine.” You said and shook his arm.

“I was too. I wasn’t tired.” Peeta replied and you knew he was lying. You gave him a look but he just looked to the side.

“I’m really okay. The salt water helped.” You tried to assure him.

“Oh, yeah. Salt water. We have to keep it clean.” Peeta remembered and stood up. Before you could protest, he scooped you up and carried you to the water. You didn’t complain this time even though it hurt to be in the water. You knew he just needed to take care of you or else he’d lose his mind with worrying. Once he was satisfied, he carried you back to the beach and gently laid you down.

“Are you hungry?” He asked once you were back on the sand.

“I’m all right.” You answered.

“Are you hungry?” Johanna mocked Peeta’s voice in a high pitched manner. You looked at her angrily as Peeta turned red.

“Instead of mocking me, why don’t you do something to help?” He said to her.

“Help how? No one else can get near her because of you. You should’ve seen the way he was watching you last night. I don’t think I ever saw him blink.” Johanna snorted. You looked over at Peeta and he was looking down at his hands with embarrassment. You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it endearingly.

“It’s nice that Peeta cares so much. He’s right about infection. A lot of people have died from it in these games before they even realize what’s going on.” You defended him, making him smile at you.

“Oh, give me a break.” Johanna groaned. “Why don’t you two make out some more and get us some sponsors?”

“Yeah. Put on a show so we can eat.” Finnick laughed. Peeta shifted uncomfortably and you felt bad for him. You knew your fake relationship was a sensitive subject for him and now he had to listen to his allies mock it.

“Stop it.” You stated. “We’re not doing that.”

“Please? Just say your vows again in front of the camera. I’m starving.” Johanna whined.

“Then go hunt.” You snapped.

“Come on. What’s the point of being allies with the star crossed lovers if you’re not gonna kiss and get us some parachutes?” Finnick asked with a teasing smile.

“I know. I thought we’d at least get something when Peeta nearly lost his mind after not being able to find you for-what was it- two minutes? I thought his head was gonna explode.” Johanna added on.

“So did I.” Finnick agreed. “If you think about it, we don’t even have to kill the other tributes. Let’s just hide Y/n for a few hours and let Peeta kill everyone while he tries to find her.”

“Leave him alone. No more jokes.” You ordered all while Peeta stayed silently looking out at the waves. Everyone was quiet for a minute and you assumed the jokes were finally done. Peeta looked at you and smiled sadly so you took his hand and squeezed it.

“If they show us how they made that baby, I bet the Capital would send us a feast.” Johanna said to cut the silence. Finnick burst out laughing, making Peeta get up and walk away. You watched him walk into the jungle before looking at Johanna and Mason angrily.

“Look what you did. Why’d you have to tease him?” You asked and smacked Finnicks arm.

“Sorry. Go check on him. Tell loverboy I didn’t mean to make him cry.” Finnick pouted teasingly. You rolled your eyes at him and got up off the floor.

“You guys don’t know him. He’s a lot stronger than you give him credit for. Don’t forget that he won his games.” You said in Peeta’s defense. That left Johanna and Finnick silent as you walked off into the jungle in the direction Peeta had gone in. You found him using the spile to get some more water from you. You weren’t even thirsty from how often he’d been getting you water but you weren’t about to tell him that.

“Hey.” You said as you approached him.

“Hey. I was getting you some water.” Peeta said without looking at you. You could tell he was upset by what the others had been and you hated that you couldn’t even talk about it without the cameras picking it up.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at him as you took the water.

“If you’re hungry, I can go pick some stuff. I know Finnicks been catching a lot of fish so if you need something sweeter, I can try and go find a berry bush.” He offered and still didn’t look in your eyes. You took him face and turned his head so that he had to look at you. He finally looked into your eyes and smiled sadly.

“Thank you.” You said sincerely. “But really, I’m really okay. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I know you can take care of yourself.”

“I can. But I appreciate you taking care of me. I just don’t want you to worry about me so much. We all need to be on high alert. I can’t be taking up your thoughts all the time.”

“But you do.” He said with a sad smile. You smiled back before pulling him into a hug. He hugged you back and was careful not to put his hands anywhere near your wound.

“I’m sorry they were teasing you.” You said into his ear.

“It’s okay. I deserve it for being so sensitive.”

“I like that you’re sensitive. It’s one of my favorite qualities of yours.” You told him as you pulled out of the bush but kept your arms around him.

“One of?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I like your banana bread too.” You replied, making him roll his eyes.

“Oh great. She likes my banana bread.” He chuckled. “That’s not one of my qualities.”

“I know. But I think about it all the time. I smell it sometimes in my dreams.”

“I’ll make you some when we go home. Your own loaf.” He promised you.

“I can’t wait.” You said through a sad laugh. You knew there was no possibility of that happening, but it made you happy to imagine anyway.

“Do you think we’ll go home?” Peeta asked after a beat of silence.

“I don’t know. We did last time.”

“Yeah but what are the chances of that happening again?” He said quietly.

“I try not to think about it.” You admitted.

“Me too. That’s why I spend so much time thinking about you.” Peeta replied. You looked into his puppy dog eyes for a while and stayed in comfortable silence. Peeta stared at you and touched your hair to keep himself grounded.

“I killed that guy.” Peeta said suddenly in a quiet voice.

“The one who attacked me?”

“Yeah. Him. I threw an axe at him. I could’ve just punched him but I didn’t. I went for the kill.”

“Why?” You wondered. You weren’t mad, it just wasn’t like Peeta to kill someone.

“Because he attacked you.” Peeta said simply.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you kill.”

“I didn’t either.” He admitted. “Do you think differently of me?”

“No. As long as you don’t try to kill me now that you’ve tasted your first blood.” You joked.

“I would never hurt you.” Peeta said sincerely.

“Oh, I know. I was just kidding.” You assured him.

“I know. I just…I don’t think you understand what you mean to me. I saw that guy put his hands on you and I just lost it. I saw red. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I thought he was gonna take you from me.” Peeta’s voice cracked on the last part so you pulled him back into a hug. You swayed back and forth and rubbed his back to calm him down.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m okay. You saved me.” You said in his ear.

“I can’t lose you.” He sniffled and hugged you tighter.

“You won’t.”

“I can’t.” He repeated. “So when I’m a pain about keeping your wound clean or drinking some water, please just listen to me. I need to know that you’re okay.”

“Okay. I can do that.” You assured him.

“You better. Because I swear to God, if you die-“

You cut Peeta off by pulling out of the hug to kiss him instead. Peeta stiffened for a moment at the unexpected contact but then melted into the kiss. The kiss didn’t last very long because Peeta got in his head about the motive behind the kiss.

“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.” He pulled away to whisper to you.

“I know that.” You said simply and reconnected his lips in a kiss. Peeta cupped your face to keep you close as he kissed you back. His insecurities melted away into the kiss and he let himself believe you really did feel the same.

“Hey, lovebirds. Get a room or join us for breakfast.” Finnick called from the beach. You pulled out of the kiss and rested your forehead against his.

“I wish he’d leave us alone.” Peeta sighed.

“I got this.” You told Peeta and turned to Finnick.

“I thought you wanted to see how we made the baby?” You called back. You could hear Finnick laugh as he walked back to the water to catch more fish. All while Peeta was a blushing mess over what you were implying.

“You hungry?” You asked Peeta once you were alone again.

“Can we just stay here for a while?” He asked you. You smiled and nodded your head to show him you weren’t going anywhere.

“As long as you want.”